The Primordial of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate—Yao Yi, saw a dark and shriveled humanoid figure approaching. His pupils gleamed with a sharp light.
"Get lost! Looking like a piece of burnt charcoal, all skin and bones—impossible to eat or sink teeth into!" Beside him, a being of the Divine Fire Realm reprimanded loudly.
These people were all from the Demon Dragon Dao Gate. They drove Shi Hao away, forbidding him from approaching, their faces filled with disdain and loathing.
In their eyes, this must be a loser, someone who had burned their Dao foundation during the process of igniting divine flames, leaving their flesh dried and withered, ending up in such a wretched state.
To their astonishment, the person didn't stop but instead kept grinning, baring his teeth in a twisted smile that reminded of a flower—granted, a sun-dried, scorched flower.
